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to leave you
Stretch her out like some silly putty, then tell her nice to meet you
Then she gave me her number, to be honest, I just delete you
All you

for eternity, that lil something in my head just keep irking me
My big brother said its time for some surgery
No anesthesia Im so used to hurting me

Of that magic elixir that would give me faith
Lil' courage with the ladies and when I got some play
Things quick became a blur, a drunken, druggin' daze

the world is tearing up by its seams
And it seems the economy be killing our dreams
Just to keep sane the boys in the burg sipping lean
In effect got

What is up beautiful people
I go by the name Funk Master Trey
Representing Free World Citizen
And tonight, I got a couple things to say
Yeah
Yeah

on the dance floor
Some bad lil thangs and they all wanna roll
The type you ain't even gotta tell cause they already know
That they
So Fly So Fresh
Looking

Don't Flex

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

on let me click over MJ what you see

(MJG)
I see a stout thang
Were bout to leave a hump off in yo couch mayn
One look at this bitcha make yo mouth

bugging me
My niggas gone spray him with Raid
Koeingsegg go up to 270 MPH
Cops cannot see me in a high speed chase
Got Cactus Jack IV’s
Might buy some

Lookin' in ya eyes
I can tell that you done been through some thangs
You resilient
Workin' on ya Ph.D. lil mama brilliant
Might throw'r these Stingray keys

so you weirdos can't TTM
Some bitches we fuck twice a year it's benefits 
They always goin at paper I call that my spinach dip 
Don't tell me I stepped

difference by what i drove
Use be flexing my lil chains
Now I'm tryna cop me another home
Got my first bag, a youngin' went stupid
I ran up like 20 and then i

to move on
When i put u thru some things
I do it because u strong
I promise u almost there
So just keep goin
And
When u think u did yo last
Do another rep

over me like some fuckin' flees
Ayy, they should put me in the hall of fame, I'm goin' crazy like 23
But it never finna leave the heat, I always got

phone
Imma keep goin get another check drawn
Go through pain everyday so we smoke strong
Fuck a kill fuck a drill this a pain song
Steady hopin that

them Perkies
Nowadays they lacing fentanyl

Thought you was gangster
How you Muslim?
In that room
Working with bacon
And they know you by some nicknames

I get hotter by the second you would think I had a fever
Empty out the wood and then I fill that bitch wit' cheeba
She make that ass shake on me, I

got yo lil bitch, beat her from the back then she gone dome me
We makin a flick real sick yeah it's sponsored by Sony 
Then when we finish like brady I

Young Design
You know the man shoes is crippin flag blue
Yeah swag me out
I said damn Zoot this shit my jam Zoot let me wyle out
They call me Lil

a oceanside drive by lil high
 Ina bit a whiskey n im feelin fine
I been here a minute I been chillin on the Brightside 
Puffin piff my brothers flippin  mr

surrounding me
I prowl the streets and kill you
For a quarter ounce of weed

Drive by rollin' through the east side
4 or 5 hoodlums with them thangs rolling

freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing
But

bag come thru by the low
Snail on the trail boy that boy move too slow
Tryn put my neck and my wrist on da snow
Bitch i be balling i trot round

Say she ion't know what I been thru
Some shi jus fugg wit' my mental
I tell her watch how you ride it, She like I know it's a rental
I use to call

Worry bout meteorites 
When it come to me crashin'
But I got stellar control I'm the Captain 
I'll fly that thang right through Saturn 
See through